A/N: I don't own DBZ and I don't pretend to. This story is AU… So that gives me free range on how they behave. Be warned spelling and grammar mistakes will be found. ALWAYS! Another Warning, this is a Yaoi male/male coupling, also swearing. There is the mention of drugs rape and the list goes on …if you don't like don't read, no-one is making you. Rated R.

"A Saiyanjin Lullaby"

Chapter 6

Gohan couched down watching through the alcoholic haze as the security guard passed the counter that Sharpener and he were hiding behind. Old Brian was looking the worse for wear as he did his midnight rounds. His face was looking pale his torch shook in his hand. "This place is haunted." came the nervous muttering.

Sharpener snickered. Poor Brian had been chased by flying bins had to dodge lightning strikes that came out of nowhere. Gohan's imagination has been left to go wild. His Saiyan talents had worked their magic on the old guy as they reached for their goal, the principle's office.

Gohan smirked to himself as they watched the old man walk passed. With a flip of the wrist a chair chased him all the way down the hall. They could hear the screams as the man raced out of the building. Both fell to the floor laughing. Sharpener didn't know what he had to drink but whatever it was he was going back for more. This was the best trip he'd ever been on.

They composed themselves only to burst into laughter again, when their eyes met. "Shh come on." Gohan pointed to the principle's office. Sharpener was lost he didn't know how his friend did it but with one twist Gohan could unlock doors.

The demi Saiyan chuckled at the expression on his friend face. He opened the door motioning him to enter with him. "What… we l-looking for?" Sharpener asked closing the door behind him.    

The demi Saiyan frowned as he swayed.  "I …tol' you…"

"Oh …" Sharpener nodded then a thought came.  "W-what?"

"File…" Gohan pointed to himself getting frustrated. "On…ME!"

"Oh… I see." Sharpener nodded again then shook his head. "No… I don't."

Gohan pressed fingers to his lips "Shh quiet or …w-we'll get caught." Gohan tried to put his best serious expression on only to break out in a giggle.

Sharpener smirked. They both looked around at the clean room with its desk in the centre in front of the door and the window behind it. On one side of the room was a massive bookcase. On the opposite side were two filing cabinets.     

Gohan went straight to the cabinet with his friend at his side. With a Saiyan grip he gently pulled on the handle only to have the drawer rip away with all its contents pile out onto the floor at their feet. He paled and looked up at his friend. "I didn't mean to do that!"

"Itsh okay buddy… don't worry." Sharpener leaned closer to his friend give him reassuring hug. "They won't notice."

Gohan nodded and continued his search. He knelt down and started to go through the many files now scatted around his feet. Sharpener sat down too and gathered a pile into his lap as well. It was all quiet for a few minutes as they searched through the mound of files until Sharpener's enthusiasm broke the silence. "Gosh … I didn't know that." His finger pointed at an open file in his lap. Gohan frowned and crawled over to him, files tumble out of his own lap as he did.

"What?" His dark pearls looked up into brown eyes. They both were clearly lost in the haze of the alcohol. "Whatsh you found?"

"SSharon's number… "Sharpener beamed. Gohan raised a brow.  

"You're supposed to be helping me." Gohan crawled back and sat down annoyed. He frowned at all the files. "Nothing." He looked over his shoulder only to hear his friend's voice.

"I need a pen… Tina. " Sharpener waved at his friend to hurry. Gohan looked around and stood up he went to the desk.

"Sh-she really nice girl too…she got lot to offer a guy like me."

"Here." He threw a pen which landed on floor next to his friend. Sharpener put all his attention towards picking the thing up.

"Hey… you got something less slippery?" Sharpener raised a brow. Gohan looked over the desk.

"Nope!" The demi Saiyan plonked himself in a chair. His eyes roamed lazily over the desk until his sights spotted the drawer. "Bingo!"

A click was heard as another lock snapped open. Gohan's eyes focussed in on a file that looked familiar to him. He lifted it out of the drawer and turned it over. He saw his name, Son Gohan. "I've found it."

Sharpener shifted back up to his feet letting the files slip to the floor forgotten. He watched his friend's calm face turn pale as he moved closer. "Hey man what's up?"

Gohan dark pools were slowly absorbing what he was seeing as panic gripped his heart. Photos of him; enlarged and close up. Pictures of his face as he ate an apple; another of him resting against tree, reading a book. Sharpener took one of the photos of him talking with Videl and Eraser.

Sharpener looked at his friend who was shaking. "What's up?" Dark orbs locked on to the picture in front of him. It was close up of him in a heated kiss with Vegeta.

Sharpener moved over and looked at the photo. "Bloody hell G-Gohan!"

"Oh god… I think I'm going to be sick." Gohan could feel the swell of panic rise inside of him he felt feverish. "I've got get out of here."

In his haste to escape he spilled the photos and file on to the floor. "Hold on!" Sharpener called. Gohan couldn't wait. He knew he was going to hurl. Sharpener rushed after his friend, leaving the mess behind them.

With Brian long gone Sharpener had no trouble finding his way to Gohan, on all fours, on the lawn just being sick. He knelt down next to him. "Hey …you okay?"  

"No No I'm not." Gohan sobbed still on all fours, eyes shut tight tears escaping as he tried to breath. He sat back on his heels wiping away his tears.

"Come on … we can't stay here." Sharpener pulled his friend to his feet just as it began to rain. He helped Gohan across the grass grounds both tripping and falling in puddles as the rain soaked them to the bone.

By the time they got back to Sharpener's place they where both drenched and more sober with the cold air. Gohan was shaking and looking very pale. "Man you don't look so good." Sharpener said as opened the door.

"I feel like I'm going…" Gohan made a dive for the bathroom.

"Hey do you want me to ring someone?" Sharpener called throwing the keys on the table.

"No…" was the weak reply. Sharpener shook his head. Opening the door to the bathroom Gohan was slumped to the floor with his chest rising and falling hard, his soaked shirt clung to his trembling form.

"Shit Gohan." Sharpener rushed over with his friends watching him through heavy lids.

He tried to laugh it off only to sob the words out.  "I …feel …like I'm dieing."

"You look it." The taller teen was full of concern. "Here let me help you."

Gohan felt too weak to care. He let his friend lift him back up on to his feet. "We need to get you out of these wet clothes." Sharpener helped him to the bed and where he peeled the soaked shirt from his shivering skin. Gohan flopped back on the bed not caring, too sick. He was vaguely aware of his friend tugging at his denims, freeing him from the heavy wet material. With lids closed he felt the covers been drawn over him.

The rest was a blur as he let sleep take him, leaving Sharpener to lock up and turned the lights off before he retreated to his bedroom.

That night, in the darkness, the silence was broken with the whimpering and sobs coming from the living room as the demi Saiyan fought with his dreams, fever consumed his form. Gohan wrestled away the sheets feeling the fever burn at his skin. Beads of sweat formed over his feverish form.

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Elsewhere in the night, lids snapped open releasing dark orbs from their own restless slumber. Eyes focused in the darkness. The prince of Saiyans could feel through his bond the distress Gohan was in. Pulling the sheets away from him, Vegeta climbed out and snatched his jeans and shirt from a nearby chair.  

In no time he arrived at his partner's place of residence. Sharp eyes narrowed on the locked door. Raising a hand, he sent thread of ki through the lock and opened the door. His sights homed in on the soft cries and whimpering of his love who was still wrestling away the sheets, Vegeta could tell through their bond that the boy was consumed by fever. Some of the emotions that flooded through their bond confused him. It made no sense.

He wasted no times to be at his mate's side. He could see the beads of sweat trailing down the boy's face. "Koi." Vegeta pulled off his shirt and toed off his shoes as he climbed in with Gohan. The need to be as close as he could to his love flooded through him. The prince brought the boy's fevered form close to him. Vegeta tried to send calming thoughts to reassure and soothe his love through their bond.

Wiping away the damp hair from his lover's face he kissed the flushed cheeks. He moved closer so he could kiss the parted lips as they sobbed their sleepy plea. Vegeta didn't know what had upset the boy. Gohan's body was hot to touch. The prince frowned as he smelled the strong scent of alcohol. "Gohan." Fear laced through the prince's soul. What of the baby? The prince tried to calm him, the boy didn't respond.

Vegeta got up and pulled the boy to him. "Koi come we need to get you to the Onna." He wrapped the boy in a blanket. His strong arms brought him close to his chest as he pushed the door open. Gohan's head rested against his chest as the prince rocketed towards his ex's.

They landed with Vegeta bellowing for Bulma to come not caring if he wakes up the whole house. The warrior entered through the living room balcony. "ONNA!" The prince had no time for politeness as he demanded to be heard, Gohan still in his protective hold. 

Lights flickered on around the house as Bulma came down the stairs. She stopped midway when she spotted Vegeta standing in the living room holding his love close to him. Knowing him as long as she had she could see beyond the mask. Fear was set in his eyes. She rushed over to them. 

"What happened?" She called wiping a damp lock from the boy's face and motioning Vegeta to follow her to her lab.

"I don't know I found him like this." Vegeta explained as Bulma led him into the room. He placed his partner down on the bed. Gohan's limp form lay there with hand resting on his bare chest with the other on the bed. His head lolled to one side. The prince's eyes never left him as Bulma fussed over Gohan and worked on cooling his temperature.

It was the early hours of the morning as the sun started to filter through the room. Bulma had fallen asleep at her desk with her head resting on her arms. Vegeta was curled up on the narrow bed to be with his partner. The prince's tired concerned eyes roamed over his lover's cheek bones, those dark lashes he loved so much, those lips he loved to kiss.

Through the bond he could sense his partner's stress had left and his fever was down. Stroking the boy's hair he sent more soothing thoughts through. "I love you." He purred as he felt the boy respond and nuzzle closer. Wrapping both arms around him protectively, Gohan shifted resting his head on Vegeta's chest after more of the soothing sound of his lovers purr.

Vegeta was enjoying the feeling of his lover close to him. He ran his fingers through the thick hair. "You scared me you know that boy?" The prince had been going over some of the boy's fears he had picked up during the fever. One thing still confused him. The boy was scared, scared that Vegeta would leave him. Another very strong fear was of the principle.

He was at a loss. Why? Vegeta was interrupted from his thoughts as Gohan stirred. Dark heavy lashes lifted only to close again his hand moved to his face and wiped away the sleep. Slowly Gohan came to as he realised he was sleeping with someone. Panic raced through his heart. He sprung up too fast, only to spin from a dizzy spell. He was brought back down by his partner. "You need to rest."

With his head resting back on Vegeta's chest, Gohan open his eyes and recognised the voice. "Geta?"

Gohan looked up to meet with his lover's powerful eyes fixed on him. "What are you doing here?" The teen asked confused. Gohan swallowed his mouth felt like sandpaper and his lips were dry.

"Looking after you boy." Vegeta's dark eyes watched as Gohan looked up at him surprised. "You've been drinking." The prince said with a note of annoyance. 

"I have?" Gohan frowned and tried to remember. "Oh yeah I remember. Those girls…" Vegeta shifted so quickly that Gohan found himself pinned beneath the prince.

"Girls?" Dark orbs roamed studying his lover for clues on to what he might have meant.

"Yeah Videl's friends at the party they…" Gohan was cut off as his lips were captured. A moan of protest turned into plea for more.

"Oh you two please get a room." Bulma growled hiding a smirk as she stood up and stretched. Vegeta took no heed as he deepened the kiss with both his hands holding his lovers face. Tongues roamed licked path down the boy's neck.

"Oh do I have to watch." Bulma frowned at the two on the bed as Gohan leaned into his lover's touch.

"Leave then." Vegeta called from his mate's neck.

"Well I'd say you must be feeling better." She smirked. Bulma shook her head. 

Vegeta demanded more access to the boy's neck. Gohan moaned as the prince nipped at his neck, his dark orbs started to fill with arousal. By the passion he was being fed by his partner. In his haze for more Gohan spotted Bulma looking at him like a Cheshire Cat. She waved at the confused boy. He realised he wasn't at home. "Bulma?"

"I'll go and start breakfast then." She grinned at the stunned expression on teen's face. Bulma left Vegeta to explain knowing that the two chibi's will be up soon wanting food.

Gohan shifted from his lover. "Wh…"

"Shh I'll explain later." He came back and brushed his lips against the boys. The teen pushed him away Vegeta sighed. "Fine I'll explain now." 

~~~

Gohan made up an excuse to leave after breakfast saying he had unfinished homework that had to be handed in tomorrow morning. He really wanted to leave and talk to Sharpener about last night. The photos were still haunting him. Lost in thought he felt his partner eyes upon him.

He could feel Vegeta tugging at their bond trying to pry deeper. Gohan guessed he must have let something's slip in the heat of the fever through the night. He mentally kicked himself. Vegeta was suspicious by nature and if he had caught the scent of trouble he won't let go until he has all the answers.

"I'll see you later." The boy leaned over and kissed his prince.

Vegeta's concerned dark pools watched as his partner moved away to take to the sky. "Take care of yourself boy."

Gohan turned and smiled. "I will."

The prince watched until he was out sight before disappearing to the gravity room with lot on his mind. One was he would try and see him tomorrow at school when he see the principle.

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When Gohan got back Sharpener was on the phone. "Tina! NO WAIT …shit." He slammed the receiver down. With defeated look he turned to Hie friend who had just walked passed him and reached for a glass. "Where did you get to? I woke up and you where gone? I've been ringing around looking for you." The blonde teen said. He leaned against the sink watching his friend pour a glass of juice. 

"So I see… Tina?" Gohan smirked turning back to pour his drink.

"Well you caught me there." Sharpener shrugged his shoulders.

"Huh." Gohan grinned. He put the juice back in the fridge.

Sharpener shoved his hands in his pockets. "Anyway where were you?"

"Vegeta came over last night." Gohan looked up to see his friend's surprised look. "He was worried about me and took me to see Bulma." The teen said as he left to sit in the living room. Sharpener pushed off the cabinet and followed him.

"How does he do that? Get in I mean." Sharpener frowned looking at the front door.

"He has a talent with locks." Gohan smirked as he put the half full glass on the coffee table.

"Like you last night." Shit I can't remember everything but bloody hell Gohan, what are you going to do?"

"About what? I don't remember picking up the damn photo or the file." Gohan frowned annoyed at himself for being so stupid.

"You didn't you were going to be sick." Sharpener moved up to him. "Shit what are we going to do? Our fingerprints will be all over his office. We're dead men."     

Gohan shook his head. "No he wouldn't call the cops. Not with that file in his office. They would ask questions."

"Well what if he's not the first one in there?" Sharpener stated sitting down next to him looking anxious.

"I don't…" Gohan frowned he hadn't thought of that. He hoped his friend was wrong.

"Shit Gohan those photos he is one sick dude." The other teen said in disbelief. He couldn't believe what their principle had done.

"I wonder how many others he's done this to." Gohan thought out loud.

Sharpener screwed up his face. "What, you're not the first?"

"I don't know for sure, but it wouldn't surprise me." Gohan said finishing his drink sitting back on the sofa thinking about it. A frown washed over his face. "You know, while Edwards thinks he has me he's keeping away from the others."

Sharpener frowned and turned to look at his friend. "You can't be serious. You're not going to take his proposal?"

"Do I have choice?" Gohan frowned.   

Sharpener couldn't believe this. "Yes, you have the cops?"

"With what?" Gohan growled. He truly wanted for his friend to tell him what he had on his side. He didn't want to do this.

"Well then go to Vegeta tell him." The other teen said. Gohan raised a brow.

"Oh there's a great idea." The demi Saiyan couldn't believe his ears. "No! I think I'll pass." He glared at his friend.   

"So you're going to let him screw you?" Sharpener stood up frowning, eyes fixed at his friend in disbelief.

"No! I'm going to talk…"

The tall teen, shook his head and with a heavy sigh, "You can be naive sometimes Gohan. He's not going to want to talk."

"I have to stall for time." Gohan went on to explain.

"You're just burying yourself deeper in it. I can't sit around and let this happen. If you don't tell your boyfriend I will! " Sharpener growled. He was concerned his friend was backing himself in corner with this.

"Don't be stupid!" Gohan refused to look at him with arms folded across his chest.

"Who's the one being stupid?" Sharpener cocked his head to one side looking at his stubborn friend.

"Drop it!" The young demi Saiyan growled narrowing his eyes.

"I hope you're making the right decision?"   Sharpener stormed off outside leaving his friend to think it over. Gohan didn't see Sharpener for the rest of the day and into the evening as he sat in the dark still going over what he should do. "There's only one thing I can do."

TBC…

A/N: Sorry if this chapter was slow. Next chapter Gohan is in a heat discussion with Edwards at his offices when Vegeta rocks up. *smirks*

The Lost Saiyan: Thanks for the review. I might have got this wrong but early on I wrote…. (No amount of covering.) It was more meant as metaphor well it was supposed to. But hey I messed up there. So you right in thinking it not consistent. I'm still learning. ^_~ 

Gohan is at the stage now where I'll have to start to cover up his pregnancy. He's close to three months so at the most he would feel the pull as his skin starts to stretch. So he still can flash of his sexy body for maybe two more chapters. ^_~ But if he was big he still would be handsome to me. *grins*

Thanks again guys

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